she talks to angels

He shared stories of death and the beauty that can come as the last tendrils of life fade out into the skies of loss…

good and safe

I see the thin, glowing line of this season of our lives stretching out. I see a season of so many exciting firsts, and the ache of lasts…

sacrifice. a love letter to my son

I never knew that I could be forgiven so much, respected so much, loved or believed in so much.
I never knew that I was capable of such a depth of love. And hope. And certainty.

Sojourner’s Song

The note said, “Here is the road you must take. Be joyful and at peace.” This journey I am on is not about me. It is me.

jesus take the… passenger seat

“Are you, by any chance, a psycho axe murderer who is attempting to abduct strangers into your vehicle/who is planning to slice my throat while I drive you to the next mutually-agreeable location?”

let it suck … I mean, be

“Does this require some sort of trip to the lady’s aisle?…Some days just suck. You gotta take it like that. You gotta ride it out and then get back to awesome.”

but not in a weird way

Five-year-old James once got so angry with me that he declared that he was going to grow up, put me in a nursing home and never let me see my grandchildren.

every little thing

i don’t care who you are—when Bob Marley starts telling you not to worry, you just kind of don’t.

enough (i’ve had it)

One recent Sunday, I ran into a couple that I haven’t seen in a while. Things have been a bit strained, somewhat awkward whenever I have seen them, though at one time, we were quite cheerfully connected. Not close, not …

songs about trains

The smell coming from their clothes and belongings was putrid, their social mannerisms startling. But there was, in the two of them, a stark honesty that was nearly fragrant